r_vecchio: ([Ray] Deep Undercover)
Ray Vecchio ([personal profile] r_vecchio) wrote2007-09-26 03:50 pm
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Would you just stop?! What do you want from me!?

Well well well...

[identity profile] a-languistini.livejournal.com 2007-09-27 03:06 pm (UTC)(link)
FINALLY, a little passion! That's what i wanted, Raymond.
No wonder your wife left you if it always takes you this long to pump youself up.

Alas, now you want to talk, is that it? When it suits you? You're lucky I'm a nice guy, must be that boy of yours is having a good effect on me after all.

You know, I always wanted an heir, someone to take over the reins, someone I could rely on. If you care to remember Ray, I gave you that chance. And you threw it back in my face.

So, I went to the next best thing. Well actually, I think it would be fairer to say it came to me. After all, it's a momentous occasion when a father hears his son call him 'Dad' for the first time, don't you agree?

But I've already said to much. You want to talk properly, you know where I am.

Re: Well well well...

[identity profile] r-vecchio.livejournal.com 2007-09-27 03:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Get a life, whoever the fuck you are, and stop messing with mine.

Re: Well well well...

[identity profile] a-languistini.livejournal.com 2007-09-28 03:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Now, why would I go and something like that when I'm having so much fun?

Besides, you messed with my life first. I'm only returning the favour.

There's only so many times I'm going to offer to talk, Detective.

...and really, don't you think you should be setting a better example for the youth of today? Otherwise who know's just how much a young boys mind could be corrupted when exposed to an unsuitable influence...

Re: Well well well...

[identity profile] r-vecchio.livejournal.com 2007-09-28 09:17 pm (UTC)(link)
Talk here, you psycho. You really think I'm gonna meet a nutjob like you anywhere? If you do, then you seriously need to get a clue as well as a life.

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[identity profile] a-languistini.livejournal.com 2007-09-29 03:07 pm (UTC)(link)
What's the matter, Vecchio? I thought a big, tough cop like yourself wouldn't be scared of anything? In fact, it's quite an honor to know there's no-one else in the world that can instill fear in you quite like i can...

Anyway, you might not be inclined to meet a 'nutjob' but how about your own flesh and blood?

I'm willing to share...

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[identity profile] r-vecchio.livejournal.com 2007-09-29 03:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Fear? You think this is fear? This is boredom, you moron. So let's finish it. You come meet me. My turf, my rules. Apparently, you already know where I am, so let's do this.

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[identity profile] a-languistini.livejournal.com 2007-09-29 03:55 pm (UTC)(link)
To quote -

'Why would I wanna meet a nutjob like you anywhere?

You're right, I'm bored of this.

Consider it finished.

Re: Well well well...

[identity profile] r-vecchio.livejournal.com 2007-09-29 06:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Hallelujah. It's been fun.

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[identity profile] a-languistini.livejournal.com 2007-09-30 03:30 pm (UTC)(link)
What. A. Fool.

You think I'd give you up so easily?!

You're right, that was fun, getting your hopes up and then dashing them again.

You know, when I said 'it's finished', you should have quit while you were ahead. I just might have left you alone then Vecchio, if you'd let it lie.

If you had let me have the last worrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr[Character limit reached. Automatic message sent.]